The house was suddenly too quiet without the twins and Mal running around or Psycho and Ben trying to get a quickie while locked in the bathroom. How the hell he’d gotten mixed up in this crazy, he didn’t have a clue? He wouldn’t complain too much. These people became more of a family than his own, except for his sister. No matter day or night, if he called, any one of them came—no questions asked.

He set the table with plates filled with sandwiches and chips. He bit back a smile at the twin creases between King’s heavy brows. The man was going to get a migraine from thinking too hard. He pushed against King’s chest and settled sideways on King’s thigh of his uninjured leg.

“Spill it,” he ordered.

He loved that King didn’t complain just wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tight.

“You’ve been keeping your distance.”

“Is that what this is about? King, you were worried I only wanted you for the night. This isn’t about just sex. I needed you to know that it wasn’t, and I don’t want to lose what I’ve found with you, Mal, the Crews. For me, I thought going slow was the best option.”

“Um, the other night we weren’t exactly going slow.”

“Heat of the moment, it got a bit out of hand.”

“Oh, I was definitely in hand.”

“Can we get back on point, please?”

“Fine, slow is nice. Other than Melanie, I never did the whole dating thing before.”

“I know.”

“Don’t sound like that.”

“I didn’t sound like anything. You’re becoming offended by nothing. I’ve had boyfriends before. I even hooked up for randoms in college.”

His man was cute as hell when he pouted.

“You’re not a virgin. Mal is proof of that.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, continue.”

“You have a broken limb.”

“My dick ain’t broke. It works just perfect.”

“It does, huh?”

“Uh huh, why don’t you find out?”

King nuzzled the side of his neck, his beard rough against his skin, and Linc’s breath hitched as teeth sharply nipped at his throat. Instant fucking hard-on. A squeak escaped his mouth as his t-shirt was practically ripped up and over his head. King’s big, roughened hand curved around the side of his rounded belly. He involuntarily sucked in his stomach—which to be honest never worked.

The sharp edges of Kings’ teeth sunk deeper into his neck. He shivered at the mark he knew would remain. He pushed his hip against the thick, hard ridge inside King’s loose shorts.

“Now, baby, what did I say about that?”

“What?”

Was he supposed to be able to think? His ass clenched imaging King’s dick sinking deep. King’s heavy balls slapping his as King reamed him from behind.

“Get up,” King ordered with a deep bass growl.

His mind went blank as it reminded him of King’s voice when he sang. The dangerous, hard edges made him hard every time.

King’s hard grip forced him to his feet.

The sensual fog which gripped his brain only seconds before cleared with a jarring quickness. He attempted to form questions, but his throat seized up as King shoved his shorts under his hairy balls and wrapped his hand around his red-tipped cock. King lazily stroked from base to tip.

“Take off the rest of your fucking clothes…now.”

His face heated and his hands shook. King’s expression shifted from rage to lust with such speed it made him dizzy just from watching. He kicked off his shoes dropping his jeans and briefs to his ankles, then kicked them aside. His tongue flicked out to moisten his dry lips as he stared at the beads of pre-come sliding down King’s wide shaft. His mouth watered with the urge to taste—to roll King’s flavor around his mouth.

King’s cock was perfect, from the spongy, flared head to the thick base surrounded by black curls. He wanted to sink his face against King’s groin and inhale his strong, musky scent.

King’s feral growl of a single no stopped his descent to his knees.

“I don’t think you deserve this dick…just yet.”

King reached down with his free hand and tugged at his balls.

“Fuck, look at you, baby, all that sexiness is mine. But you know, you tried to hide it from me.”

“I didn’t—”

“You so fucking did, sucking in that stomach. I think that deserves punishment. So, turn around, lean over the table and present me what’s mine.”

He started to argue but the raising of one thick brow stopped him, and on unsteady legs, he turned. He pushed the plates and glasses to the opposite end of the table. He laid himself on the surface, the wood cool and jarring as his warm skin met the smooth plane. He rested his cheek to soothe the heat of embarrassment. At the sound of chair legs scraping over the floor, he resisted the urge to glance behind him.

His hips jerked and lifted as King’s hands palmed his cheeks, massaging and spreading them apart. Then his breath caught at the sting of one smack. He groaned as he rutted against the smooth surface as one strike after another warmed his ass. Fire flared, it was pain and pleasure, no one had ever spanked him before. King didn’t speak to him, and he tried to count each one to focus. His cock was hard and aching, leaving wetness on the under curve of his stomach.

The words tripping and falling from his lips shocked him as he begged like a slut for more. Pleaded to be fucked. Begged for King to stop—to never stop. His back arched and his head came back to rest on his shoulders at the suddenness of King’s face buried against his ass. King’s beard was rough, while his tongue was soft and wet as it licked and probed his hole.

His short nails dug into the table until his knuckles turned white. Pain took the edge off his pleasure as King squeezed his abused cheeks. The grunts and sexy growls had him pushing onto his toes to get closer. He screamed as King’s mouth disappeared and the spanking restarted. Harder and sharper, he wanted to jack his cock and come as King doled out punishment.

Then with no warning, all stimuli ceased, and he didn’t care about waiting for permission. He straightened and spun around. Sweat glistened at King’s temples and in the thick curls covering the man’s chest. The sensual curl of the corner of King’s mouth. The bastard knew what he’d done.

He glanced down at himself, cock hard and standing at full attention. Beads of pre-come dripped from the slit. His chest moved with his labored breaths and his skin flushed and sweaty.

“Did you learn your lesson?” King asked.

He didn’t lift his head. It hit him, he felt sexy knowing King wanted—needed—him.

“C’mere, baby.” King took his hand and pulled him forward.

He stumbled a bit, then stood between King’s spread thighs. His man was still cock out. It jumped on King’s lower abs, leaving pearly drops. He wanted to drop to his knees, lick them up, and finally find out what King felt like on his tongue. Sliding into his throat.

“S’sexy licking them lips, but you don’t get it yet.”

He opened his mouth to protest, maybe beg, okay, definitely beg, but his head was tugged down. Strong, thick fingers dug into the back of his neck, and he sighed as their mouths met. It was possessive and hungry—denied too long. A decade of need in one kiss. Violently clashing as ragged breaths were pushed and taken through their noses.

“Fuck,” King cursed as he jerked his head back. “We need a bed.”

He wasn’t going to argue.

“This is going to be the unsexiest walk to the bedroom ever. Help me up, baby.” King pulled his shorts back up to cover his hard dick.

He brushed King’s lips with his, then helped King to his feet and acted as King’s crutch. They made the trip in silence, and his nervousness grew. Lost in the moment, he couldn’t think about what came after. He was naked and King was still hard, so the man didn’t find him unappealing.

“You know something I’ve always wanted to do with you?” King asked as he stopped them a few steps away from the bedroom.

“What?”

“Dance with you.”

He’d imagined it too, enclosed in each other’s embrace swaying under the neon lights of Brawlers as the music played and everyone else faded. Tonight, he wanted something different, a more intimate dance. “Then let’s dance.”

King took an unsteady step forward and another until they entered the dimly lit room. The covers were already turned down.

“Take off my shorts.”

Standing in front of King, his hands shook as he eased the silky fabric over King’s hips and let the shorts fall to the floor. King’s big, rough hands rose to cup his cheeks, and their lips touched. It surpassed all other kisses, even the ones he’d fantasized about. Although slow and tender, every emotion King felt for him was contained in that single touch. It was raw and beautiful. Punctuated by groans and rough whimpers.

He eased King onto the bed, and the kiss turned awkward as he helped King lift his casted leg onto the bed. He broke the kiss and stretched to his full height. He’d stayed there long enough to know the supplies King kept in his nightstand, but he also knew no one else was ever invited into King’s bed. That was his place—his right.

He fumbled with the handle as King stroked the monstrously thick girth of his cock. His ass clenched just thinking about the burn and pain, and, oh, how he wanted it. Years had passed, nights of nothing more than toys and his own hand to ease his need.

“Now, you’re going to go to your room and get your favorite toy and bring it back here.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to watch you get yourself ready for me.”

“No—”

“Yes, do as I say.”

Oh fuck, King lay on the bed lazily stroking his cock and all he wanted to do was crawl between the man’s thighs, replace King’s hand with his mouth. The look on King’s face dared him to argue. He grabbed his cock and squeezed as he quickly made his way to his room.